Well! Yesterday early in the morning the phone rang it was my Mum we chatted for sometime. Our conversation was quite a long one but as it is I wouldn't have any other way even if I am not too bright first thing in the morning, especially without my first cup of tea.
Mum and I haven't chatted in a while an I hadn't been able to get in touch with her to find out how everything has been going. I think it was her second sentence spoken that she told me that she has cancer of the utereus and she is going to have a abdominal radical hysterectomy. So our conversation was one of emotions from sadness, joking, choking up, tears and reminicing.
Mum is coming up 72 years and her health is not to great, she suffered a stroke a few months ago, so, of course I am nerveous about how the surgery and recovery will be on her. I am trying hard to be positive but deep inside my gut things don't seem so good.